Heavy door panels blocked the clamor of the outside world, leaving only the muffled "thud" of the door being frantically battered and the "clack" of arrows embedding into the iron plating. They sounded like rapid drumbeats hammering against Qin Lie's heart.
Every impact caused the thick door bolt to let out an overburdened groan. The firelight seeping through the gaps in the door grew increasingly harsh, as if someone might break through at any second.
The inner darkness of the Armory was as thick as ink, cold, deathly still, and reeking of metal and decay.
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